Chapter sevenIt was growing dark.
The two riders had to slow their pace slightly in the wood.
Lord Locke was very conscious that it was here that Vincent had fired at him and only by a hair’s breadth had he escaped being killed.
The mere thought of it made him more and more angry.
And he vowed that when he caught up with the Sullivan brothers he would teach them a lesson.
Then he was worrying over Gytha.
He was aware how much being carried off in such an unpleasant manner would distress her and he felt as if he could see her large eyes dark with fear.
She had pleaded with him to save her.
And he knew that it was something he must do and very quickly.
‘It is intolerable that any woman should be treated in such a brutal fashion,’ he muttered to himself beneath his breath.
Then he r
